Brea was bored. Today had been the most uninteresting day of her life. The servants had returned to their duties, which was very good. She no longer had to go up and down and run errands for her mother or worse: cook.
Luckily, her mother's food had gotten better. Now she could move around on her own without needing any support. She returned back to cleaning and cooking. Brea was more relieved now.
Although her parents still seemed to be stuck in a tiff. She did not care at all. They could handle their own problems while she focused on her own plans and ambitions.
After dinner, Brea was on her way to her bedroom when she heard a knock on the main entrance. One of the servant girls rushed to the door. Brea stopped her on the way. She told her she would go and check who was at the door herself.
Brea walked to the front entrance. She opened it and saw the same messenger from a few days ago.
"Good evening, Lady Brea," the man greeted.
"Good evening, give me the letter," she said.
